After dinner, it was already past ten.
Back at the apartnt, Su Lingzhi lay complicatedly on the sofa, conflicted about whether to call Fu Yinli back.
She had just picked up her phone and then threw it back onto the bed in a fit of pique.
After how he treated her, why should she care about him?
Tossing and turning repeatedly, she finally fell into a groggy sleep on the sofa.
The next morning, she woke up, supporting her waist, hurriedly took a shower, freshened up a bit, and went out to work.
As soon as she got downstairs, she saw a familiar car parked at the entrance of the apartnt.
Su Lingzhi slowed her pace a little, later sluggishly got into the passenger seat, and took a glance at Fu Yinli sitting next to her.
Today, he was wearing the suit she designed, his expression calm, seemingly unfazed, as if nothing had happened.
"Breakfast."
Su Lingzhi took it from his hand, unwrapped it, and began eating breakfast directly in the passenger seat beside him.
As the car hit the road, Su Lingzhi suddenly spoke up, "I don’t like eating sandwiches; I prefer at buns and dumplings in the morning."
Fu Yinli glanced at her, "I’ll bring them for you tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Su Lingzhi paused as she unscrewed the milk cap but still didn’t look at him, and said with a proud face, "The dumplings should have corn and at filling."
This ti, he didn’t respond.
Su Lingzhi took a sip of milk, looking at his hands wrapped in bandages near the steering wheel.
The knots were indeed tied by her yesterday.
"Didn’t change the dressing today?" Su Lingzhi asked with concern.
"No one to change it for ."
"Uncle Zhao and the maids at your house aren’t around? Can’t they call a doctor?"
Fu Yinli said with an air of casualness, "Are you taking this chance to start lecturing ?"
Su Lingzhi looked at his sculptural profile, secretly took a deep breath, "Aren’t I?"
She averted her gaze and asked, "Did you bring the dicine?"
"I brought it."
"After parking, I’ll apply the dicine for you."
When the car stopped at the studio entrance, Su Lingzhi rolled down his car window for ventilation after applying the dicine.
Then, as she was about to get out, he also got out of the car.
Su Lingzhi stood in front of him, saying goodbye, "Then I’ll head to work first, be careful on the road."
Just as she turned to leave, Fu Yinli suddenly grabbed her hand, "Driving you to work and bringing you breakfast, it’s not too much to ask for a little reward, is it?"
Su Lingzhi was tongue-tied for a mont before she spoke, "I just helped you with your dicine, didn’t I?"
Fu Yinli looked at her intently without saying a word.
In the end, Su Lingzhi reluctantly compromised, asking, "What reward do you want?"
"A kiss."
Upon hearing this, Su Lingzhi was taken aback, with a bit of disbelief in her eyes.
"You don’t want to?" Fu Yinli asked.
Su Lingzhi, facing those deep and handso brows, still found it hard to believe that soone as refined and composed as him would ask for a kiss on the street.
She glanced around, confirming there were no acquaintances, then suddenly held his arm, stood on tiptoes, and quickly kissed his lips.
The mont she leaned in, it was captured by a cara.
This scene had already been completely recorded by a hidden person.
Su Lingzhi remained unaware.
Fu Yinli’s deep eyes narrowed slightly, with an expression complex and hard to discern.
The mont they parted, she had already dashed into the Lyrae building.
Just reaching her workstation, Su Lingzhi’s heartbeat still hadn’t cald down. She stared at the computer in front of her, not coming to her senses for a long ti, as if she had done sothing wrong.
That’s her boyfriend; she just gave him a peck, why be flustered...
At this mont, Rika’s assistant approached and inford her, "Lindie, the dia is arranging for soone to co this afternoon for an interview. Madam asked to tell you to prepare."
Su Lingzhi ca back to her senses, asking, "Which dia outlet?"
"Fashion magazine Emma. All kinds of publications want to interview you, but Madam has declined them all. This dia is carefully chosen for you by Madam. If you feel pressured, I’ll have them send you the interview outline."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding designer colleagues all looked at her enviously.
Su Lingzhi contemplated for a mont, "I want the outline, I need to ntally prepare."
"Alright, I’ll contact the publication’s interview personnel imdiately."
Never thought she would beco famous for just a curtain call, but more than anything, she wanted the piece she participated in designing to be liked and noticed.
It is now the British Fashion Week, with their Lyrae brand’s fashion show over. Now the busy ones are the senior managent and sales staff; she only needs to make a summary based on the feedback and evaluate the fashion show’s effectiveness.
The task is minimal.
After this fashion show, less than two weeks remain before she leaves Lyrae. By then, after attending the graduation ceremony, she’ll have to pack up and return to her native country.
...
An hour later, the sky darkened, and it rained heavily; England’s weather is always unpredictable.
Fu Yinli had just returned to the villa when Housekeeper Zhao, holding an umbrella, brought him back to the living room.
At this ti, Housekeeper Zhao, holding a tablet, handed it to Fu Yinli, informing him, "Sir, as per your instructions, the image and video have been sent to the dia, and it is now the number one trending topic."
Under the trending topic, the picture shows Su Lingzhi kissing him, but the image only reveals a blurred profile, and his face is not visible.
The two-second video captures the entire process of Su Lingzhi kissing him.
The trending hashtag is: #SuLingzhi’sOfficialBoyfriend.
Fu Yinli glanced at it indifferently, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied.
He took the tablet, crossed his long legs, and sat on the sofa, then opened the comnts section.
As his finger slid across the screen, his brow suddenly deepened, a face of noble and cold elegance clouded, seemingly even more somber than the outside weather.
It seed not everything was under his complete control.
Especially when he saw the comnt [Zhizhi’s eyes are beautiful, but her taste in n is not that great], a flash of anger crossed his deep eyes.
But quickly, he relaxed his hand, calmly shifted his gaze, returned the tablet to Housekeeper Zhao, and asked, "Have you read the comnts under the hashtag?"
"Read a little." Housekeeper Zhao’s voice was sowhat nervous because stealing a glance at his expression earlier, he sensed sothing amiss, worried he hadn’t done a good job.
"Zhizhi and that male model seem well-matched?" His voice was particularly calm, devoid of emotion.
Housekeeper Zhao’s expression changed slightly, quickly realizing Zhizhi referred to Miss Su, "Forgive my age; I don’t understand the young people these days, but in my view, you and Miss Su are the perfect match."
Fu Yinli’s eyes darkened as he commanded, "Find the tech team and ban all the accounts supporting Zhizhi and that male model under the hashtag."
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